A Poem — Maybe my whole life is a blindspot and I can only see some of the stuff like that wilted flower poking its head though the crevice on a random sidewalk and that melted ice cream on the corner of that park bench with all the bird shit It might be…

A Poem — I’ve been feeling better lately as if my heart is less pixelated after the wear and tear that it got when going through the valley Some mornings, better is the best, and other mornings it’s like the smallest checkmark in a brand-new notebook I feel better, which means I am still…

A Poem — What scrapes against me feels jagged as if I bypassed an errant nail and it sharpened itself inside my emotions leaving me with a deeper cut than expected and a whitewashing of feelings that I am still trying to breathe back to life Sometimes my days feel jagged, sharp-ended like the…

A Poem — What does it look like when we feel so forlorn? When melancholy mind meshes with the melody of pure sadness We wake, down, trying to lift ourselves up and holding onto hope that up will be high enough to get us out of this pit We know the pit is…